[Caeleesi]

username: Caeleesi
name: Kaie
gender:Male
prompt: (time they ghosted someone, max 400 words)
It was all her fault. She had hurt him first. Now, he didn't care for her.
It was a pitch black night when it happened. In fact, he still had the scars from the incident.

aesthetic: Skeletons, haunted objects/places.
moodboard

[Armuris]

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{ Username } Armuris xxx { Name } Pandora xxx { Gender } Nonbinary

I didn't mean to...

xxxxxLost. Such a terrifying statement for such a brief four-letter word. Imagine what it was like wandering the store
with your mom, and then suddenly she was gone. Can you feel the panic, the terror, that sense of no hope?
Now imagine that instead of losing your mother, you lost yourself.

xxxxxFor Pandora, this was a daily reality. They had no idea who they truly were.
They knew nothing about themselves. Pandora was just a name they chose since they couldn’t remember
their own. There was only one memory that Pandora held on to.

xxxxxPandora had never thought of themselves as a mean kalon; they
wouldn’t hurt a fly. However, the only memory Pandora retains was one of them as a kit just playing
around with their friends. That is until it happened. They managed to hurt one of the few people they
cared about, and it quickly became too much for them to handle. So, they ran. Even with the following days’
worth of phone calls and messages with the other little kit explaining that everything was okay, then only
thing Pandora found themselves doing was avoiding them at all costs. They couldn’t forgive themselves.
Their friends deserved better than this.

xxxxxThat memory is the only thing Pandora can remember, and even in that
memory their name was still blotted out. How does one even forget their own name? How much pain and
self-pity does it take for one to block out practically their entire lives to where they forget who they
really are? In truth, Pandora isn’t even really for sure if it’s a real memory. None of the kalons have faces.
Everything is just blank. It truly is amazing how much you can block out when you feel as if you hurt
someone you love.


Years Later…

xxxxxPandora still cannot remember who they were before. Not even their name.
Their life mission began there: trying to remember who they were, as well as who they want to be, but with
Pandora’s memory it was going to be easier said than done. To help, Pandora invested in a polaroid camera
and began photographing things they loved. It may not rectify the pain they caused, but maybe, just maybe
it will give Pandora the sense of identity and belonging they so desperately crave. [384 words]

[solyn]

username: solyn
name: tae
gender: nonbinary (they/them)

( 𝐒𝐎 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ) ───────────────────────────────────────────────────
────────── ( wrap it around me like a sheet, ) ──────────────────────────────────────────────

prompt: [400/400]

a friend [2:44 am]
are you awake?
seen at 2:44 am

Are you awake?

These days, it is hard to tell. A fog has settled in your brain, like the one that weaves whispering through the blackened trunks of the trees in the very early morning. Your eyes feel heavy all the time. It’s like living in slow motion.

Living underwater.

Living in zero gravity.

But is it really living?

“When’s the last time you slept?” He watches you over the table. You shrug. You lie. You tell him you slept poorly, but you are sleeping. He doesn’t look like he believes you. For a split second, you hope he says something else, but he doesn’t. He just turns back to his food and keeps eating, eating, eating. And so, you do the same. You keep on breathing, breathing, breathing. But you are not living.

The worst thing about the trees is that they remind you of her. Tall, dark, out of reach. Sometimes, you think about going into the forest, but you always stop just short. Sometimes, you hope that the fog will reach out and pull you in, force you to take that final step that you can never bring yourself to take. But it doesn’t, and so you don’t, and you turn around and go back inside instead. Sometimes you think you can hear her laughing at you. You don’t sleep on those nights.

You try not to sleep, ever.

But you must sleep eventually. After all, you are only mortal. Your phone screen gets too bright. Your vision gets too blurry. Your eyelids feel too heavy. Your world goes black. If your brain were capable of any coherent thought, it would be a silent plea to someone up above to spare you dreams. But no one is listening. They have never listened.

It is always a while before you see her, from the corner of your eye. Go away. You are not real. She hardly exists; all soft edges and hazy features. You aren’t even sure where she came from, only that you want her to leave.

“You have to sleep eventually,” she singsongs, in that disjointed voice that comes from everywhere but her gaping maw, filled with rows of sharp teeth. “Have you been avoiding me?”

This is just a dream.

Her jaws part in a sickening smile. She reaches out. “Or are you awake?”

aesthetic:

dream well tae: a playlist

• this night - black lab
• enjoy the silence - denmark + winter cover
• blame - bastille
• the wolf - siames
• arsonist's lullaby - hozier
  
  a miscellaneous list of things
  tall evergreens blackened by the night, whispering fog, a haze in your head, dirt under the nails, crunching of dry pine needles, twigs snapping when no one else is around, disjointed laughter coming from nowhere & everywhere at the same time. rotting wood on abandoned houses with pastel paint flaking off, wind chimes on empty porches, the ocean at night reflecting the stars, glowing cat eyes in the darkness, far away cries of night birds, cold breath steaming the air, grandfather clocks ticking in the hallway.
  isolation. cold. vastness.
  
  
  all images sourced from pinterest. credit to rightful owners.

( 𝐈 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐈'𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐍 ) ─────────────────────────────────────────────
────────── ( but i need a place to sleep, ) ────────────────────────────────────────────────

( character concept belongs to solyn. song lyrics used are from black lab - this night. )

[Kiaa]

username: Kiaa
name: Adelram (meaning a dark noble or a noble raven)
gender: Male
prompt:
Adelram stood in the shadows and watched as the hope left her. He forced himself to stand still as he watched her crumple to the ground and sob at the realization that he wasn't coming. The garden where they had first met, the place that had meant so much to the both of them, would now forever be tarnished by this betrayal. He had left her. It was the hardest thing he ever had to do, but he couldn't hurt his brother in this way, he couldn't jeopardize the unity of their kingdoms and send others to their deaths, but most of all, he couldn't do this to her. He couldn't make her choose between the love of her people and him. Knowing eventually she would resent him for the choice, he couldn't live with the thought. He couldn't live with her giving up such a large part of herself for him. So instead he left on his own. To keep himself from temptation, for love, he broke his own heart.

aesthetic:
Moodboard

[skywishes01]

( username: skywishes01 / name: sonder / gender: non-binary (they/them) / aesthetic: ghost town )

It was a different kind of terror: heartbreak on Halloween.

Standing there, sheet over body, candy bucket in hand, ready for the night- excited, even. Before this. Because they’d seen it, seen this, time and time again, a scene from every romance movie: the first kiss, clumsy and sweet and warm against the cold night. A perfectly imperfect moment.

But it wasn’t their moment.

It was him and her, together, always - how could they have missed it? It was never meant to be them. Watching that kiss, there, in the street corner where they were supposed to meet; illuminated by lamplight, while they stood in shadow.

A ghost. That was what they were, wasn’t it? Invisible.

So no one could see their shattered heart as they turned towards home.

FROM: Aiden

► hey, where are you? we’re all ready!

► sonny?

Lying on their bed, immobile, a broken ragdoll, they heard the phone buzzing and buzzing beside them. Reminders. Reminders of smiles and laughs and the dull ache that now replaced them.

They couldn’t go out. Not tonight. Not him.

FROM: Aiden

► we’re going to start trick-or-treating, so let us know when you get here!

► hey sonny, hope you’re feeling alright! you didn’t show up so I assume you’re sick or something. don’t worry, we saved candy for you- get well soon :)

*

You have 3 new voicemail(s).

”Hi Sonny, just wanted to know if you were okay- thought you might have missed the messages. Anyway, call back when you can!”

“Hey... are you mad at me? I’m really sorry if I upset you or, uh, did something wrong- can we talk?”

“Please call me.”

Maybe they should send a message back. That was right, wasn’t it? They’d spent a week (maybe, probably more) slouching around the house in their pajamas. Eating- anything, everything. It had been a successful distraction. But now their fingers shook as they hovered over the keypad, and their heartbeats were anxious and fast - for thinking of him still felt like knives and glass shards.

The cursor blinked at the end of their typed message, on, off, on, off:

Please don’t talk to me right now.

But of course they couldn’t send that. Tap, select-

Delete.

It was better, they told themself. Better to just ignore. Better to ghost through.

Hidden hearts can’t be hurt.

(390 words)

[Goner.]

username:
Goner.
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name:
Malum
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gender:
male
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prompt:
"excuse me?" a voice called. "excuse me?" it repeated. Malum looked up at the voice to see a small magpie on a branch calling down to him. "hello, sir. i'd hate to bother you but you're laying on my food," it quietly spoke. Malum huffed and rested his head and closed his eyes once more. the magpie tapped its foot impatiently. it hopped onto the ground and bounced over to Malum. "excuse me, sir. did you hear what i said?" Malum ignored the bird. the magpie rolled its eyes and jumped onto Malums shoulder. "move," it sternly exclaimed. once again, Malum ignored. the magpie soon grew extremely frustrated and began to peck at Malums ears. Malum didn't react. "HEY!" the magpie shouted. Malum didn't react. the magpie nipped at Malums nose. Malum didn't react. "fine." the magpie grumbled before flying away to find some different food. Malum smirked and soon drifted off to sleep.
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aesthetic:
voodoo doll

[chunkypeanutbutter]

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a quiet girl slipped into her silken
nightgown as she dressed for bed.
the birds peeped just outside the
window softly as they prepped to
snug their young ones to nest. it's
just the perfect night to relax aft
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her phone for notifications. a soft
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her phone for notifications. a soft
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just couldnt let on to her real feel
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space could do them both good. a
little marble fell off the vanity as
the thought crossed her mind. she
jumped nearly out of her skin as a
little tap hit the bathroom tiles. it
bounced away under the counter...

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username : chunkypeanutbutter name : pinto age : eighteen gender : female word count : 278

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well, the owner did say this apartment used to be haunted by the spirits of an old movie star. if i remember correctly,
she always hated people ignoring her when wanting the attention. the door closed gently behind her and a perfume
bottle started teetering a bit to the end of the shelf. catching it, pinto felt a soft breeze brush past her legs and she
noticed the window had been left open all morning...which probably was causing some of the strange activity. still,
it was really late, and the seed of fear had already been implanted in her mind, so she hastily pulled the number on
her phone. as it rung a few times, the frigid air in the room settled as she waited for him to pick up the phone.

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[Yuroshi]

username: yuroshi
name: Tarot
gender: male
prompt:

It started out simply enough. He'd come up, give a greeting, then we'd talk about mundane things. The usual, "How are you today? What's your plan for the weekend?"- all of those things. Boring. Meaningless. Surface questions.

Exactly the way I want it to be.

But, what is it they say... oh yes, all good things must come to an end, right?
It was rather sad, actually. I was just starting to like the bouncy little bug, with his incessant smiles and never-ending optimism. Loathe as I am to admit it, I was quite attached.

In the beginning, it wasn't that bad. He shared his life with me, and I listened. I gave advice where he needed it. We became close... maybe even friends.
And then it was over.
It wasn't even his fault, and that's the saddest part. He knew better than to ask- he did, once, and I didn't speak to him for weeks.
But his family wouldn't stop.

"Why are your eyes like that?"

"Where do you live?"

"What do you do to support yourself?"

"Where is your family?"

"Are you all alone"


They were too curious. They talked too much. And when they didn't get an answer from me, they began to ask the others, who in turn asked me... I don't do questions.
They wouldn't stop.
I had to leave.

In the middle of the night, I rose, and disappeared to find somewhere new... I'm sure they still talk about me there. How I just suddenly disappeared, as though I were a ghost or something, but they can never know the truth.

He still sends my letters with those lovely little ravens of his.
I don't know how they always know where I am.
Maybe someday, if I'm brave enough, once he tells me they no longer think of me...
Maybe, just maybe, when that time comes, I'll respond.

I hope he hasn't forgotten me by then.

aesthetic:

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Theres a Ghost in the Back of this Room...

[acadicus]

good luck everyone!! i saw some really amazing entries c:

[heartstrung]

good luck to all! <3